Am I Going Crazy? - Ron's Dream Diary

Note by Professor Sybill Trelawney

Dear Harry,

While you're making good progress in your Dream Interpretation, there are still some further areas where you could improve.

Although we have already spent three weeks on the correct interpretation of dreams, you still fail to see a dream in its context. A dream never stands alone - there are other dreams which refer to it and which could help you a lot with the interpretation. When interpreting the next two dreams of your choice, try to look for similar dreams in Mr. Weasley's Dream Diary.

You also still lack the correct terminology. I strongly advise you to use the appropriate technical terms if you wish to achieve an O.W.L. in this subject.

Sybill Trelawney

Dream Interpretation

By Harry Potter

How does she manage to make it even more work? As if we didn't have enough to do already - I still have to do that essay for Snape and it's already Sunday evening.

Dream 1

Important facts:

Numerology:

Age + Date + Number of letters in the subject = 15 + 17 + 9 + 6 = 47

4 + 7 = 11

1 + 1 = 2

2 = harmony, cooperation, maturity, diplomacy

Interpretation:

This is a waste of time. I could be playing Quidditch. Or doing that essay for Snape, but that's a waste of time, too. I have no idea what this means.

Ron is injured by the Whomping Willow and gets into heaven. Hey, wait - this sounds worrying. He gets into heaven? This could mean that he has died. And all the people he meets up there are dead, too. But why does he get down again? People normally don't return from death. Well, unless your name is Lord Voldemort, of course.

None of the other dreams in the Diary are suggesting Ron's death, except maybe the one with the werewolves. And unless you use Trelawney's methods and interpret playing Quidditch to mean death by Bludger.

So perhaps Ron discovers a spell that makes people fly. He dreams about school all the time, so it's possible.

This dream shows cooperation between the people Ron meets in heaven. Maybe they're going to form a secret society for something? It also seems to be quite harmonious up there.

Well, and never expect maturity in a dream of Ron's. He doesn't even realise the meaning of his dream about Hermione. Only friends - a likely story! And I'm the new super hero.

Dream 2

Important facts:

Numerology:

Stupid + meaningless + waste = 15 + 23 + 9 + 10 = 57

5 + 7 = 12

1 + 2 = 3

3 = Growth, creativity, expression, cheerfulness

Interpretation:

There's not a lot left to interpret. Ron, I'm terribly sorry, but you will probably be killed by werewolves. Just try not to insult them.

By the way, there's no way I see any cheerfulness in here. Numerology is crap, as usual.

Dream Diary

Week 4

Wow, Harry, I could have managed this interpretation, too. You're such a great Seer! At least you didn't let me die twice.

Thanks a lot, mate, for not mentioning that incident with Hermione. Better forget it soon. No way we're ever going to be a couple. Come on - we're fighting all the time.

Monday, September 23^rd

Tonight I dreamed about something horrible. Well, it started alright, because I dreamt about being at home. Everything was completely normal first. I got up, had breakfast, teased Ginny, was teased by the twins. The dream practically screamed "holidays" at me. We went out to play Quidditch. It was fine. The sun was shining and I was doing pretty well.

When we went back to the Burrow to have lunch, it just wasn't there anymore. The Burrow, our home, had gone! It was really strange - we hadn't heard anything. There must have been a crash when it was pulled down, but there weren't any ruins. The place was just empty, nothing was left, not even one single sock or one of Mum's chickens. It looked as if there had never been any house at all.

Ginny started crying and the twins shouted for Mum and Dad, but they didn't come. We were running around like headless chickens, trying to find home. The twins guessed that someone had charmed it to be invisible, but when Fred ran over the whole place, he didn't hit anything. He must have gone right through the house.

So we stood there, close to each other, trying to console poor Ginny. Fred and George were exchanging worried looks. What on earth should we do now?

Suddenly, the sky darkened. Thunder reverberated loudly and lightning lit up the sky. The clouds were coming closer and closer to us, and then we heard someone laughing. It really sounded evil.

And then I woke up. Damn. Or luckily? That dream really hurt. I never imagined I would miss home that much. You know, normally it's just there, waiting for us. And the thought of never seeing Mum and Dad again - I haven't written to them for a week. I'll send a letter right after lunch. Now that they're in the Order, they're fighting and they're really targets, aren't they?
That laughter, I bet that was You-Know-Who. I don't know anyone who could possibly sound that evil.

I really hope this dream doesn't come true.

Tuesday, September 24^th

Tonight I had a curious dream. I was really afraid of going to bed, first the werewolves and then yesterday the Burrow gone (I wrote a long letter, by the way.) but tonight wasn't frightening. It was fairly funny.

I found myself in the Muggle world, I don't know where, without a wand, without anyone, without anything. Luckily I wasn't wearing my robes.

My Dad would have loved it, but I'm not that much into the Muggle relations business. At least I know how to handle a fellytone.

But then, Muggles aren't dangerous. They looked pretty boring, to tell the truth. Everyone was hurrying around, it looked like Diagon Alley for Muggles, there were really big shops. I didn't know they could build houses that high without any magic. The things in the windows looked spectacular. There was a box with moving people inside. It looked like sports: there were two different teams and they were fighting for a ball. Well, they're worse than even Neville is at Quidditch, none of these teams managed to make a goal during the time I watched them.

But something similar for Quidditch would be cool - a box the Canons were playing in, night and day! Imagine that.

I just wonder how they got the people inside. Maybe they shrank them? It could be some sort of a punishment, like Azkaban. I felt sorry for the poor blokes, their game looked really exhausting, just imagine running behind a ball day and night.

I really liked this box, so I decided to go into the store. There were even more of those boxes, in all sizes and shapes. One was so small it could have fitted into my schoolbag easily. Some of them played other things, one was some kind of a drama with a princess and everything. I had nothing else to do, so I watched it for a few minutes. The play itself was quite brainless, Hermione would have screamed. It also featured a witch who looked absolutely ridiculous! A big wart on her nose, ragged robes and she said "Abra Kadabra" all the time. Maybe the Muggles haven't realised yet that it's called "Avada Kedavra"? No wonder she didn't succeed in killing the princess. Frankly, Muggles are so naïve.

Then I spotted two boys, maybe around my age. One of them was really big, twice Crabbe's size, and the other one reminded me a bit of Malfoy. He looked like a ferret. They were standing in front of one of the boxes and ordering the people in there around. It was fascinating. When they were pressing one button, the knight would jump, or run, or go backwards. I glanced over their shoulders, but they said some very unfriendly things, so I went to find myself another box.

I only was sorry for their knight. He must have done some very bad things to end up in that box. I saw him die at least five times, but he always recovered. Maybe he's some kind of You-Know-Who in the Muggle world, who's immortal, too?

There was one around the corner, and there was one of these cars inside. Somehow I managed to get to the instructions and it told me I should bring the car to the end as fast as possible. All the different buttons were explained and it sounded really easy. But it wasn't. In fact, it's quite difficult to use all those different buttons. In the end I mixed all of them up and crashed into a wall.
Then I felt a familiar tug at my navel, a rush of cold air - it was a Portkey! Strangely, none of the Muggles noticed that I went upwards at an enormous speed and that I made a big hole in their house's roof...

Perhaps I should Hermione let me explain this Muggle stuff? No, not Hermione, I'm a bit scared of her. I'd better keep a distance between us, just to make sure nothing happens. At least I could be a Seer. Well, fat chance of Hermione and me kissing!

Oh, and I have to ask her if she can get me one of those little boxes. Maybe I could release some of the people, or at least Charm them to play Quidditch.

Wednesday, September 25^th

Tonight I dreamed about Professor Snape.

Yes, I know it's horrible, so stop gaping at this, Harry!

He was a slimy git, as always (and I don't give a damn if he's in the Order or not!), torturing his students and preferring ferret boy Malfoy. But the worst thing was, he was teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts!

I really wonder what he did to get that job - maybe he murdered You-Know-Who? If he's in the Order, it's his job!

He was teaching us some wicked spells we were to use in a duel. Unfortunately, he chose to demonstrate them first and used various hexes on us. He got Neville with one that made him bounce up and down, just like a giant Quaffle. The one for Lavender made her shrink to the size of a mouse. Dean sprouted some extra ears. Hermione kept talking in riddles, just like a Sphinx. I was only able to walk in circles. Ernie Macmillan did a nice tap-dance. But the worst of all, he saved for Harry. He put him into a Dementor-like state with all of his worst memories coming up. It was horrible to see Harry's face twitch and hear him yell. Snape himself enjoyed this enormously, it's the first time I ever saw him smile. What a bastard!

I knew Snape wasn't on our side. I'll never understand why Dumbledore trusts him. He practically screams "I'm a spy!" at us, and what is the Order doing? Nothing. I'll keep a close eye on him.

Thursday, September 26^th

Tonight I dreamed about the Yule Ball. Well, not the one from last year, but it was awfully similar.

Hermione kept running around with a sign around her neck that said: "Ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort!" A bit stupid, if you ask me. I have no idea what she wanted to achieve with it, maybe impress some boy? Harry went with Ginny and I was going with them, just to look after them so Harry wouldn't do anything, well, you know what with her. Like kissing. Ginny's 14, there's no way she'd kiss a bloke! And if someone's trying, I'll teach him not to. I'm her brother, it's my job to look after her.

Anyway, Ginny didn't like this arrangement very much and so she charmed violet and pink frills onto my dress robes! So I spent the first hour of that sickening ball in my room, taking them back off. Unfortunately, the scissoring charm worked a little bit too well and my sleeves were a bit short, but at least all the lace was gone.

When I went down, all the food was gone. Bugger. Instead, there were snogging couples everywhere, including Harry and my sister. He was kissing Ginny! Of course, I had to interfere, who knows what he might have done with her. Doesn't he fancy Cho Chang anyhow? Wonder where she was. I stunned them so they couldn't kiss anymore, and dragged Harry a fair distance away. To the Quidditch stands, to tell you the truth. He's my best mate but there's no way I'd let him snog my sister. Ginny's too precious for that.

I have to hide this from her. I'm positive she still fancies Harry although he likes Cho Chang. She should forget boys for another few years and concentrate on her studies. There's no way Ginny and Harry will ever happen, she shouldn't get her hopes up.

On my way inside, I heard a very, very ugly voice. "Herm - own - ninny," it muttered in the bushes. Krum! Viktor Krum and Hermione! They were snogging, too. Well, I could see his bad intentions by the gleam in his eye, and he clearly had more in mind than snogging. OK, I'm not in love with Hermione, but I'm her friend, so I had to save her from this bloke. Luckily, I got him from behind, a stunner right in his back. Ha. Unluckily, Hermione spotted me and so we were duelling. She was yelling at me that she had been obvious enough this time. Well, I hadn't seen anything apart from that stupid sign.

Krum. Viktor Krum. Even if I got his autograph last summer, I still can't stand him. He's just trying to abuse Hermione. He's so much older than her, there's no way he's only thinking about holding hands! Hermione might be the smartest witch in Hogwarts, but she's a little bit naïve in these situations. For one thing, she trusts Krum. Someone should tell her the truth.

I just wonder if she really wanted me to ask her out?

Friday, September 27^th

Tonight, I dreamed about camping. Harry, Hermione and I were on a tour. Obviously it was quite dangerous, Hermione kept talking about how "they" would detect us if we used magic. So we had to keep our wands away. Boy, it was boring! Nothing but landscape the whole day. No one said anything, they just kept looking to the left and to the right and back to make sure we weren't followed.

Guess who had to carry that damn heavy tent without magic? Yes, it was me, because I was tallest. It was unfair, I had the heaviest backpack by far! Hermione carried nothing but the responsibility, she said. Harry stared onto the path in front of him and kept murmuring about "something of Ravenclaw's".

Well, he already has had that Gryffindor sword, Parseltongue is quite Slytherin, so why not something from Ravenclaw? Although I think if he collects historical magical items he might have gone mental. It's Hermione who loves History of Magic!

Finally we arrived at a place Hermione said was all right for us to rest. While the two of us were putting up that dratted tent, Harry went on the lookout. Hermione still wouldn't allow me to use magic, so it took ages until everything was ready. That stupid tent collapsed at least ten times and we didn't have enough pigs or whatever these things are called. The food came out of something Hermione called a "tin" and it was worse than the stuff we found in the boys' tent during the World Cup! I suppose Hermione just isn't a born cook. Or all Muggle food tastes like this.

I really wonder what we were doing there. Were Death Eaters following us? Why weren't we at Grimmauld Place? This dream's idiotic. Maybe it's a riddle, but it doesn't makes sense. Well, if Harry's "something of Ravenclaw's" is her mind, then he could maybe decipher it. Have fun, Harry!

Saturday, September 28^th

Tonight I dreamed about Kreacher. Yuck! He was dancing happily, with a picture of the Black family in his arms. I recognised Sirius's dear mother, she looked just as ugly as on that horrible screaming painting.

I wonder if they've found a way to remove it yet. But if Kreacher was happy, something terrible must have happened. When I think about our first encounter in the summer, it still gives me a shudder. Just imagine waking up in the night and finding that ghastly face staring at you.

Then I dreamed about standing on a huge green meadow and eating grass. It tasted quite good, to tell the truth, and it was very juicy. I spent my time eating and watching the sky and all those little animals in the grass. Then I got thirsty and went to search for some water. There was a river nearby, looking wonderfully clear. I bent down in order to drink, but then I saw my reflection. It was awful. No wonder I had liked the grass so much - I was a cow!

Bugger. Me, a cow. It still gets worse. First I was an ape and now a cow. At least apes are intelligent, according to that book I borrowed from the library anyway. Muggles even say that they're our ancestors. Wicked. But where has the tail gone?

Sunday, September 29^th

The dream I had tonight is a complete mystery. There were a lot of people I didn't know, so I don't know how to explain it properly.

OK, first there was a woman. She wore ancient robes which must've been at least a hundred years older than my dress robes for the Yule Ball. In her hands she had a small model of the sun and the planets. Pluto was missing. It looked exquisite, the planets were shimmering and they were moving. I wish I had something like this, I would never have to go to an Astronomy lesson again.

Just as she took her wand and was about to say an incantation, the scenery changed.

Well, the scenery didn't really change, I was still at the place I had been before, on top of some tower in a forest. But the woman was gone. Instead, there was a young man, holding the model and performing some wicked spell. It started shimmering and for a moment I was blinded by its rays. When I was able to see again, the man and the model had both gone. I just had a horrible laughter ringing in my ears. It sounded evil and I shivered. It made everything go cold.

Only moments later, there was a scream on the grounds. I looked down and saw the model lying in the grass, completely destroyed. Next to it was someone who looked furious. He had thrown his wand down and was shouting insults like a madman.

And Hermione thinks I use bad language...

Finally I managed to make out his face. It looked horrible, more like a snake's than a man's. He must have seen me, too, because he picked up his wand and, faster than I could even have thought of a spell, I saw something red shooting towards me. Everything went black in an instant.

That man with the snakelike face - it must have been You-Know-Who. He looked exactly like Harry described him. Oh my God. You-Know-Who in my dreams? What did he do to me? Does this mean that I'll die? That You-Know-Who will kill me? I have to lie down...

Later

Trelawney's bad influence on me is already coming through. Merlin, these are only ordinary dreams! Hermione said dreams were influenced by our subconscious, so I guess when I've You-Know-Who on my mind I dream about him. There's no need to panic at all. I'm no Seer, it's only my imagination. Nothing more. That's it. Boy, am I glad I can stop this diary now. I was so sure I would die, I was already starting to write my last will. My broom was supposed to go to Ginny.

You won't believe how glad I am that I can throw this into the fire now.

Even later

Wait - if dreams really come from my subconscious mind, why did I dream about Hermione?